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Company of heaven has sent us a chosen apostle |
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To the treasure of the damned |
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Blessing no longer be poured the mystical lord |
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Covered with rich headdress |
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He will proceed his way over the line |
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Furious as tiger |
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Once the tower rocked and cracked beneath its lash |
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Caught inextinguishable fire |
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Conqueror - |
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Conqueror - |
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Conqueror |
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The lord of host gave ear into his sing |
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Intolerable blackness helms him |
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Only the lightning from his hand that sits |
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When usurping tyrants fall |
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An unsullied maid baffles his seductions and his ire |
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Pines in the poison |
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Compassion is the vice of kings |
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Stamp down the wrelched weak |
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Conqueror - |
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Conqueror - |
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Conqueror |
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You are not of the slaves that perish |
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Pity them not |
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Tear down that lying spectre of centuries |
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Vices and virtues words |
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We'll hide in a smash of sorrow |
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You shall fear |
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Let your rites be rightly performed |
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With joy and beauty |
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Conqueror - |
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Conqueror - |
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Conqueror |
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Conqueror |
